ExoShaneey

Silvermist Evermore never belonged. Born to unloving parents and cast aside, she had long accepted that life would never offer her warmth—until she was chosen as an apprentice at Moonstone Academy, a place where magic breathes and fate is written in the stars.

But her arrival comes with a price. In an act of betrayal and manipulation, Silvermist shatters Frost's staff, the formidable Winter Guardian, unraveling a secret that should have remained buried.

 Now, bound by an ancient rule, she must take its place—not as a mere apprentice, but as something far more dangerous: Frost’s human staff, the living embodiment of his power.

As Silvermist struggles to navigate the treacherous halls of Moonstone, she discovers that Guardians without apprentices are doomed to vanish, and the balance of the four seasons—Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter—hangs by a thread. But the shadows whisper a greater truth: a war looms on the horizon, fueled by the Sandman’s wrath and a hidden enemy who has been pulling the strings all along.

Haunted by cryptic dreams, hunted by those who seek to use her, and betrayed by those she once trusted, Silvermist must uncover the truth behind her own existence before she loses herself to the very storm she was forced to wield.

Can she survive the weight of Winter, or will she be the final snowfall that buries them all?

FROST

Silvermist's consciousness wavered between waking and oblivion, her body heavy, her thoughts sluggish. She was moving—no, she was being carried. A steady grip held her close, firm but careful. Her mind, clouded by exhaustion and pain, fumbled for clarity. Who was it?

Sebastian? It could be. He had that effortless charm, the kind that could mask concern under a frown. Or maybe Ezekiel—he always had a way of handling things with gentleness. But something felt... off. Different.

The arms around her were strong, but there was a certain restraint in the way they held her. Not too tight, not too loose—just enough to keep her steady, like she was something fragile but not breakable. She wanted to ask, to confirm, but her lips barely parted before the fog in her mind swallowed her voice.

A Kiss of Balance